Monday, May 7, 2012

It's just surreal.

Look. I was going to post something profound last week. I was going to post about my trip to Florida and to Atlanta. I had big dreams for a post today, but honestly...I just can't find it in me right now.

Half of my house burnt down yesterday. My parents and I are physically alright. My house is not. Yes, I plan on sharing the story with all of the details because it's something that while I don't want to remember, it's something I will never forget. So for right now, I smell like a barbecue pit, a good portion of my family's belongings are not salvageable, I'm living in a hotel for the next 10 days until the insurance company finds us a temporary apartment for the next 6-12 months while my house remains "unlivable" and I still haven't accepted that this is real life.

But it is...

This is what is left of my kitchen. The laundry room and third floor bathroom look about the same

And what the first floor bathroom and most of the other rooms look like

I will have more pictures in my next post. Right now, I'm just trying to stave off the random outbursts of tears that remind me that this is real.

Who am I?

I'm just a simple 20-something girl figuring out what I'm doing with my life (namely in New York City). I complain, rant and laugh about things I come across every day. I plan to share my life with you for better or for worse.
I know, I am not who I will be. I also am not who I was. Every day I'm growing and changing as a person, no longer defined by what once kept me limited. (Boy, didn't that sound profound...)